Runs with Scissors
Hello, everyone. I don’t have much time to chat right now because we have a wedding to go to! No need to change your clothes or bring a present. The whole event is very casual and the couple already owns two of everything.
But first, let’s take care of another form of Bliss: Penny Black’s most recent release with something for everyone.
Our Fab Friends are back and this stamp is called “Chocolate Moment”. My relationship with chocolate has never been described in “moments”: it is more accurately described as “all day long”. I actually know a woman who dislikes chocolate! But I digress. When I saw this image, I knew I wanted color, color, color. One cannot be “fab” in neutral tones. I added Nuvo drops wherever I could sneak them in, just to add to the fabulousness.
From “fab” to serious. I created my own background on this card using a floral image from the Fragrant Flower set, stamping with VersaMark and heat embossing with white. I then used the emboss resist technique to finish my background. Those medium-sized flower images allow you to make your own backgrounds; just keep repositioning the stamp on the paper. I added the Bold Branch die cut and a Flower Tag to finish the card.
The idea of a black, white and red card entered my head and this is what happened. No stamping on this card at all. I used the Elegant diecut and the word “cherish” from the Forever Friends die set. “Cherish” is one of my favorite words. If I hear it spoken or see it in writing, it evokes feelings deeper and even more special than “love”. Cherish is a special word for special people or something as special as wedding vows.
One cannot stay in beautiful bluff settings forever, even if eagles are flying, and once we came down from Ferry Bluff, formally engaged, ring on finger, it was time to plan for the next chapter in our lives. We both agreed we wanted a simple wedding: family and closest friends only with a gathering at our home afterwards. We would then host an outdoor pig roast for the rest of our world later in the summer. It was important to us to put the emphasis on the marriage, not the party afterward.
We felt it very important to include Mr. RWS’s young daughters in some of the events leading up to the wedding day. On one of their weekends with Daddy we took them with us to shop for wedding rings. This might have gone more smoothly if we hadn’t first treated them to a pancake and egg breakfast at a special restaurant that featured a circus style carousal for the children to ride. The girls enjoyed it so much, we stayed long enough for them to ride it twice.
I imagine the salesman who helped us pick out our wide gold bands is still talking about what happened that Saturday morning. Mr. RWS had the eight year old daughter on his lap and I held the three year old. Suddenly, with no warning, the poor seasick sweetie lost her breakfast: down her dress and onto my lap, arms, hands and even my shoes. I gathered her up as best I could, told Mr. RWS to finish the rings transaction and I fled the mall trying to ignore the trail I left behind me.
As an experienced mother of five, I was able to focus on comforting the little one and ignore the mess. As I think back, I realize this might have been a deal breaker for someone with a weaker stomach. And as an experienced mother of five, perhaps I should have known better than to combine breakfast with merry-go-round rides.
I had lived in our small town for more than ten years, worked at the hospital, and was involved with my children’s activities. As in many small communities I knew almost everyone and they all knew me. Had we planned a traditional wedding, the guest list would have been out of control and our focus would have been on all the details associated with a large wedding instead of the marriage itself.
I had lost my mother just a few months before I met Mr. RWS so she never knew that the kids and I were able to become a mended family. My Dad was there though, along with my sister who had been unable to attend my first wedding due to being a military wife stationed overseas. I cherish the memory of their presence.
So, on a lovely Friday evening in June Mr. RWS and our wedding guests walked to the church together.
I carried one red rose. Mr. RWS’ daughters who were three and eight years old at the time were so disappointed I wasn’t dressed like their Barbie bride dolls.
There was no organ playing “Here Comes the Bride”. I didn’t even walk down the aisle. The friends and family in attendance gathered around the altar as we said our vows, creating an intimate atmosphere. One brother and his wife sang and played guitar. My Dad did a special reading. My sister stood up for me, Mr. RWS’ older brother was his witness. My other brother was put in charge of photography but bought the wrong speed film, therefore the poor quality photos. He had one job …..
We were showered with bird seed as we reached the sidewalk of our home after the walk from church. This group is made up of family and those who had become family as they encouraged, supported and helped my children and me during the six years I was a single parent. I cherish them. This is also a tiny peek at the 100 year old house that sheltered our family due to the cooperation of the woman who held my mortgage.
If you remember in an earlier chapter of this story I mentioned my single friend that cautioned me not to feed Mr. RWS on our first date – advice I ignored. She is the woman to my left with her arms crossed over her chest. Wonder if she is reconsidering that suggestion. Sadly, I lost track of her when she moved from our town a few years later, still a single mom.
Now in many stories, this is where the line “and they lived happily ever after” would appear. But in real life “happy every after” doesn’t happen that easily or that quickly.
It isn’t easy for teenaged boys to move over and let a man be part of the family. It isn’t easy for two little girls to accept another woman playing the role of a parent. It isn’t easy for a woman used to making all the decisions from what’s for dinner to how to spend the family income to go back to a system of joint decision making. And it certainly isn’t easy for a father of two young girls to adapt to life with teenaged boys.
I used to explain the difference between parenting boys and parenting girls by a scene at our dinner table. Mr. RWS’s little girls would say “excuse me” if they burped while the boys would take a burp from anyone as a challenge to see who could burp the loudest.
Somehow we muddled through. And somehow almost 33 years later, all the kids still speak to us and occasionally invite us for a visit! Because of the age differences in our two sets of children, and the fact that the girls eventually came to live with us full time, Mr. RWS and I were raising children until two years before our early retirement. As Mr. RWS told me when he learned that I had a family of five, he felt my commitment was the greater one, even though he only had two, because they were so young when we married. And that turned out to be prophetic!
Maybe someday I will tell the story of how we thought renting a houseboat and traveling up and down the Mississippi would make a great honeymoon. But for now, this is
I was so excited to see and use the Steam Train die. In order to have the red and silver trim, I cut out three trains, using the three colors and stacked each train car as you see here. The grass was cut from green cardstock using a special grass cutting scissors I bought at least ten years ago and never used. A friend suggested to me that she would use this die on Christmas cards as part of a winter scene. That is an awesome idea.
The Bird Abode die will be just right for many different occasions. While I used it in plain white for this card, it would be fun to color the birdhouse and vines for spring and summer, a la Jill Foster. I used designer paper from a Penny Black 6×6 paper pack (Wintertime) for the background. It is good to have dies large enough to be the focal point on a card as well as versatile enough to be used often.
How sweet is this image using the Whispers cling stamp of the two ballerinas in their tutus, learning how to be friends, and listening to each other’s stories. I added Nuvo drops of pearl white to their tutus and their hairdos for an added touch of detail.
We have raised “His” and “Hers” and now Cooper is the “Ours”. One of the best joint decisions we’ve ever made!
Well, time to sweep up the birdseed, put the rose in a vase, and wrap up the wedding cake. It was a lovely wedding and I am glad you could all be there. If you would like, you can join us at the restaurant on Main Street where they have live music on Friday nights. It’s how Mr. RWS and I ended our wedding celebration. The band even played “May I Have This Dance for the Rest of My Life”, the first song we danced to when we were dating. It was perfect.
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